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 Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 11:07 pm
The words rang over and over in his head. They always did. They always did because Caelius always had a way of choosing the right set of words that affected Wilson the most, or perhaps he allowed himself to be hurt too easily by his lectures. But it didn’t matter which one because either way was just as painful. His division leader always knew how and when to punch him in the gut to snap him back to reality. In a way it was helpful. It provided the right amount of shock and truth to remind Wilson what he had been planning for all these months. That proposal he had never given when Caelius had asked him and Gale and Otto all those months ago. He hadn’t really known where he was going, but now he had a clearer image. There was a map for him to go off of.
And maybe the fact he hadn’t tried to kill anyone in the royale would curb Caelius’ anger and pessimism, but this was actually just wishful thinking. He was always going to be angry and cruel. Wilson lingered outside Caelius’ office so he could take a moment to try and steel his heart to the lead’s usual insults. He took a quiet, deep breath and knocked on the door. “Sir? I would like to submit a specialization proposal.”
Please don’t eat me alive.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 8:37 am
"The door is ******** open." It was.
The Death lead sat on his desk as usual with a new stapler that had looked a lot like one from a certain Mist division assistant's office. He stapled a few papers together with it. "And." Syusaki I read your quote as titties yw
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:04 pm
It felt like Wilson could never please his division superior no matter what he did. He’d tried to be considerate and knock first, but all that garnered was the biting reply he’d been trying to avoid in the first place. The tone made him bristle, but he obediently entered the office, closing the door quietly behind him. “I was hoping to specialize in external investigations.” He pulled out a paper, a somewhat brief, typed proposal and placed it on Caelius’ desk. Half-expecting the man to toss it into the trash without a glance, he went on. “I noticed a lot of hunter reports of sightings or disturbances that were never followed up, and was thinking I could help clear the backlog.” A hesitant pause. “And after that, investigate any other unusual happenings around the world that seem worthwhile.” Wilson could’ve gone on, but he figured it best to wait for his leader’s verdict.
So he waited, standing nervously in Caelius' office.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 8:32 pm
The Death lead listened to Wilson's speech with varying levels of patience, and when Wilson was quite finished, for some reason, looked straight at the window the other direction. There he would stare at the window for about approximately ten even seconds before turning back to the Death Hunter.
"There," he began, "is no ******** backlog." Wilson got a pretty good stare of judgement. "Missions, internal and external are dealt with by priority, everything else is of lesser importance, barring insignificance. If you want to specialize in anything, you will need two things. One, a ******** backbone. Two, a goddamn reason. Did it ever occur to you where the ******** these unusual happenings around the world are coming from. Everything is dealt with in priority. Take the information given and centralize because I could take a ******** box of paperclips, scatter it on this map on my desk, and get the same if not better vague results you are giving me. What are you specifically trying to do and where are you trying to go."
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 7:14 pm
Ten seconds. He was so dead. Wilson braced himself for the—yup, yup, there it was. And considering his recent spat with a certain Elliot Sjokron the past few days…
Wilson shot his lead a very Wilson look for bloody murder. He could hack out the specialization details later. The one thing he really wanted to do was visit a particular area. An unsettling mixture of annoyance and anxiety bubbling beneath the surface, the hunter slid a thin pile of newspaper clippings onto the edge of Caelius’ desk. “Maribel, Wisconsin. The hotel has its occasional deaths—“ Never mind the fact his own friends had died in that place. Totally. “—but recently ghost sightings and deaths have increased unexpectedly. Considering the location and previous history of being relatively “benign”, I’d like to investigate the cause for the unusual spike.”Zoobey HI I MANAGED SOMETHING OUO
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 12:50 am
"As a full Hunter with the portals operating you have clearance to investigate, as you so aptly put it on your own time without persistent permission clearance. How is it that despite being a full Hunter you somehow are unaware of how to even operate as a Hunter." The Death lead looked sharply up. "Is that everything."
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 8:53 pm
A long stare. "I meant," he clarified, "I want to specialize in external investigations, starting with this mission."
Why was it so easy to picture Elliot's face on Caelius' body and vice versa...
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 5:26 pm
The Death lead glanced at the open folder Wilson had offered. He closed it.
"Are you requesting to specialize in external investigations or internal ones related to very specific goals." This wasn't someone just asking, this was someone insinuating, and if Wilson knew Caelius a little better, he would have a small inkling of how close he stood to never being able to request anything ever.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 6:57 pm
"..." Wilson eyed Caelius very carefully. "External singular investigations. I already have a compiled list of locations I want to investigate. This one happens to be on the top." His player is sweating bullets Caelius don't look at Wilson like that. "You're more than welcome to take a look at it."Zoobey sweats nervously caelius stahp
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 6:13 pm
"It happens." The Death lead's hand didn't leave the offered specialization proposal. He printed the bottom with his initials. "Then your specialization is under review until you complete your proposed mission successfully. I will expect a full thorough report of what you have compiled about these sightings, with information we do not already have. Any civilian or Hunter casualties will result in-" a pause, "failure." It was obvious he was replacing this with another word.
Another longer paused. "Find an appropriate team if necessary. You are dismissed." Syusaki Go for it and when you're at the lighthouse portal, quote me again! Assemble team if you want!
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 4:03 pm
He was standing on thin ice, he knew. Wilson didn't think he would learn anything useful from this mission, but he needed to go. He needed to know, needed to see how his family were doing. He closed his eyes, nodded his head. "Yes sure," he murmured quietly.
But a team wouldn't be necessary. They would only lead to questions, restrict his movements. He would never be able to do what he wanted to do.
Slouching, Wilson walked to the lighthouse portal. Wisconsin, here we come.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 4:19 pm
The lighthouse portal, which was mysteriously still in tact at this point in time, had exactly one Hunter sentry on duty. They looked at Wilson and shrugged, pointing to the array of equipment set up for the usual mission runs. "Equipment's up for grabs, portal's ready, blahblah. You doing this alone kid?"
The sentry Hunter didn't look any older than eighteen himself.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 4:47 pm
Wordlessly, Wilson reached for the equipment sprawled around and then paused, bristling slightly when the young hunter spoke to him. He was partially Asian, yes, but he was well into his mid-20's by now, you know?
"Uuuh, yeah, it's probably going to be a quick thing anyways," he answered, throwing on a bright smile before breezing through the portal.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 5:19 pm
Unfortunately Wilson never caught the tail end of the conversation of whatever it was the other Hunter wanted to say as he plunged head-first into the portal-
- And arrived right in front of a Walmart, which was fortunately also twenty-four hours. It seemed to be dark outside, though the store lights were still blaring. A couple of people passing by in oversized shopping carts gave Wilson an odd look, most likely at the outfit he was still wearing.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 5:36 pm
--This Walmart. He knew this one.
Just looking at the building and the surrounding streets, the particular arrangement of the trees and the parking lot set a rush of nostalgia through his body. As he looked up to read the large letters, he felt his shoulders grow heavy. There was a certain pain to this nostalgia, a deep bittersweet taste that he forced down his throat before walking inside.
Once he realized the abnormal number of looks, Wilson silently panicked. Casually, he pulled off his hunter coat and was relieved that he'd kept to a simple attire underneath--a button shirt, dark jeans, boots. A plain outfit that would let him to walk around as he pleased.
Something akin to gut instincts told Wilson to walk around, so he did. Fingers lightly brushed over cereal boxes, and sometimes his gaze would linger over the children that hobbled past him. It was all so incredibly mundane, but so nostalgic at the same time. It was this exact brand of blandness that the hunter had missed in his life. This exact taste of normalcy that suited the old him and his family so well.
He walked into the music aisle just to listen to the stupid, cheesy Christmas music again.
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